My Sister’s Killer
November 12, 2014
My sister tried to kill me when she was six. In the end my sister will not kill me. I will kill her.
At least this is what I tell myself.
My sister tried to kill me when she was six. In the end my sister will not kill me. I will kill her.
At least this is what I tell myself.
A bottle of Tusker lay on its side, dripping into a puddle that ran to where he sat. He held a second bottle by the neck.
I have a hole in my heart, a condition that has consigned me to love on the sidelines.
He put a hand to his forehead and felt it slip on something slick – his own blood. I was mugged, he said to himself. His heart started to palpitate, actually began to attack him.
“Look at the streets. They are full of them, kids with nowhere to go, for ever suffering. Apprehension is what
Most Sundays, for forty years, I would wake in the arms of the woman I love, the mother of our
I look at my sister on the couch opposite me. I walk over to where she is and hug her.
“You have a beautiful face and nice eyes,” I told her. By this I meant her bust and boobs. “Are
“Madam, can I change the hotel?” Lieutenant Sammy Masika asked the morning after. “Seriously, officer? You are not even talking
I was going to kill somebody. I meant it. After so many years of planning; not that I am a
The man who raped women now rapes the dead. He goes through all the cadavers inserting fingers. He loves their
I enjoyed the torment of desperation I saw in their eyes, all of them. Women, when they are desperate, are